On our last adventure, the crew discovered that they can use the ship to upload stews consciousness and clone his body, ensuring stews safety.

But our gang isn't out of the woods yet, or out of space yet, I guess.

What's next on the horizon?

Let's find out on this voyage to the stars.

Let's find out on this voyage to the stars.

Captain's log.

Happy, happy birthday.

I have been traveling through space for a while, and all of a sudden we received a random invitation.

Very mysterious, we're not quite sure exactly what it is, but it told us to come to some particular mansion.

So we assume, or at least I assume, that it's something for me, and although it may not be necessarily my birthday,

I have a feeling this might be a surprise for a birthday party for me.

Anyway, I sure could use it after that whole little fiasco.

Made it out of there by the seats of our pants.

Oh boy, this is a beautiful, beautiful mansion.

Tucker, did you have to laminate this invitation?

Like, it was it necessary that we just kind of treat this like something super special that you could smell from our NARA soap on.

None of us know what's going to happen once we walk in this mansion. Anything could happen.

I'm going to say I'm getting some serious vibes, like this might be some weirdo, Kubrickian weirdo party, you know what I'm saying?

Oh, like an eyes wide shut kind of thing?

I mean, if that's what you're inferring?

A straight fuck party.

I don't understand how eyes can be wide shut. That doesn't make any sense at all.

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